Those trucks in the streetIs it really MondayTime to find some trouble againMake a bid for romanceWhile the dollar stands a chanceFrom love in the city at century's endWe cut to this blondeDancing on a mirrorThere's no disbelief to suspendIt's the dance, it's the dressShe's a concept more or lessFrom love in the city at century's end(At century's end)Nobody's holding out for heavenIt's not for creatures here belowWe just suit up for a gameThe name of which we used to knowIt might be careless raptureThis kid's got the eyeCall it pirate radarScoping out the room for some trendBut there's nobody newSo she zeroes in on youFrom love in the city at century's end(At century's end)Nobody's holding out for heavenIt's not for creatures here belowWe just suit up for a gameThe name of which we used to knowBy now it's second natureScratch the CabWe can grab the localLet's get to the love scene, my friendWhich means look, maybe touchBut beyond that not too muchFrom love in the city at century's endDumb love in the cityLove in the city at century's endLove in the city at century's endLove in the city at century's endLove in the city at century's end